Friday, January 4, 2008

In Tune With Nature

I don't mean to brag, but it's often noted that when it comes to the natural world I possess a combination of gifts heretofore unseen in man. Like Daniel Boone I impose my will on the woods and the fields. Like Dr. Dolittle I speak fluently the language of every creature that inhabits earth. And like the noble savage I live in harmony with the Spirit of all that is. An illuminating example of my way of being is this Grackle.

This afternoon, while parked on the grounds of a local Chevrolet dealership, I noticed a number of my feathered friends darting about in search of food. When this he-bird flew into the midst he immediately sensed my presence and came to rest upon my mirror. Though we had never met, we had known one another forever. Words were unnecessary, insignificant, impossible. We simply shared a brief moment, exchanged a knowing nod, and parted ways.


The Archduke of Arrogance said...

The fact that a dumpster chicken landed on your mirror doesn't necessarily make you the new crocodile hunter. He was probably trying to get at those old french fries lodged in the defrost vents on your dash.

King Selfish said...

What's that you bray?

tara said...

I am very amused.